Nia Mitchell naturally didn’t know the CEO’s thoughts; she simply thought that he couldn’t bear to let her drive to work.

Understanding this as caring, a certain little Rabina Mitchell’s face lit up with a smile.

"It’s too hard on Uncle that way. I can let the chauffeur drive me."

Nia Mitchell rarely used the chauffeur, but the chauffeur had always been working here.

Many times, when they went out, the chauffeur would drive behind them.

To prevent any unusual incidents, there was always a plan in place.

"I’ll drive."

Maxwell Peary spoke firmly, refusing to take no for an answer, his face full of determination.

Edbert was clearly openly trying to undermine the little Rabina Mitchell’s decisions. He would not let Edbert have the opportunity to get close to the little Rabina.

"Alright."

Nia Mitchell had always found it hard to refuse the CEO, so she nodded and agreed.

Seeing her agree, Maxwell Peary extended his hand to lead her to the sofa in the living room.

Sitting down, a trace of different emotions flashed in Maxwell’s eyes.

"Nia, can you tell me why you insist on working at Star Media?"

Did Edbert say something to you?

He really wanted to ask directly and loudly tell a certain little Rabina that Edbert clearly had bad intentions.

But...

He couldn’t say it!

It was too frustrating.

Maxwell Peary felt he had never been so frustrated in his life.

The news about booking a hotel room that night, Edbert had definitely fueled the fire.

So, he was intentionally taking revenge.

Because he previously caused some trouble for Star Media.

"I used to work there, and I’m very familiar with and fond of it."

Nia Mitchell would never say anything like causing trouble for Maxwell Peary because what she considered serious issues were nothing in Maxwell Peary’s eyes.

He didn’t care.

But she did.

......

At a villa in the suburbs, Ethan Martinez wearily returned home.

Now, there were no traces of Shirley Grant or Gerry Peary, only him left.

Returning to the way it was, it became so lonely.

Reaching for a bottle of beer from the fridge, he sat on the sofa and gulped it down.

Lately, it was like he was doomed; nothing went smoothly.

In the day, the seasoned agent Brother Luo unexpectedly fell into a trap, signing an unequal contract.

This afternoon, there were all kinds of nitpicking and demands.

It successfully made them intolerable, leading to termination, followed by expensive penalty fees.

He thought about it and came up with one reason.

Alan Morgan.

Did he act because he tried to take Gerry Peary away?

In Capital Town Hospital, Alan Morgan seemed like he was going to cough up blood, deeply hurt.

Did he do this? Yes, but he wasn’t that petty, was he?

His son was his; he didn’t need to act, and he could keep Gerry Peary by his side.

Acting against Ethan Martinez was entirely under the boss’s orders.

"Daddy?"

Gerry Peary opened his eyes and saw Alan Morgan lost in thought, so he called out.

His crisp voice pulled Alan Morgan back from contemplation.

"Hm? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Alan Morgan looked anxiously at Gerry Peary lying there, his pale little face devoid of any color.

Seeing Gerry Peary like this was truly heartbreaking.

With just that one look, Alan Morgan’s heart throbbed faintly.

"No discomfort."

Gerry Peary shook his head; truthfully, he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

"Daddy, why hasn’t mom come back yet? Didn’t you go to find her?"